Thursday
by Adam Maillet
I find the night of Thursday, January 24, 2003 to be horribily hilarious. And by all means, I do mean horrible. The reason why I find this seemingly normal day so fascinating is because I thought all of my nueral synaspes would suddenly decide to turn into pudding, thus leaving me a little less than satisfactory. It doesn't seem like this is entertaining, and maybe its not, and at the time it wasn't, but hey: it is now.
Thursday really had me fooled into thinking it would be a nice day, mild weather even, you know the drill. Just enough to catch you really off guard so when it hits, it hits hard. Anyways, school goes well for the most part, to be honest it was probobally boring as hell, and I don't remember half of it, thats not the point. The point is that I was lucky enough to have the most wonderful teachers in the world, gracious enough to coordinate thier assignments on short notice, in one night.
This is no problem, I can handle it: Hamlet test, Computer Science work, Computer Tech work. Easy as pie. It just happened that my pie was sitting on the tallest tower in Atlantis, surrounded by jagged rocks, and wild dogs, and wild dogs with bees in thier mouth so when they barked they shot bees at you. . . So I called up my two friends and we are gonna study Hamlet at my house, but that falls through, so naturally I'm a little agrivated, and I go to do my Computer Science take-home test.
At least it isn't that long, this should take me and hour or so, no problem.
Four hours later I'm done, and I think my brain would have been in better condition if I was on heroin. Hamlet test, time to study. So I study, big deal, another hour. Computer Tech work, yea I have to do the stupid weekly thing every week, and I know about it all week long, but honestly you think I'm going to touch it until the night before its due? Ha. So I do half, it's 9:30, I'm tired as hell, and I get this wonderfully amazing idea: Let's set the alarm at 4:30 so we can wake up, do the rest of it, then go back to sleep.
I was so freaked out that I would sleep through the alarm I spent all night staring at the clock. The few dreams I did have were all me missing the bus becuase I hadn't done my work.
4:30 comes around, heralded by a fanfare of "ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR. . ." suprising the hell out of me, and causing a mad panic of slapping the alarm clock. My drousy slaps aren't doing the job, so I decide to take more avasive action and pick up the thing and turn a switch off. . . or something. I hit a switch, but it sends rap music blasting throughout the entire house. I don't think I could fully explain the magnitude of the volume of the rap music of that damn little alarm clock at 4:30 in the morning, it was bad. The only thing that goes through my mind is "Rip it out of the wall!"
Brilliant I know. Thankfully my sleep-deluded stupid atempt was unsuccesfull, and after a tug came to the realization that I was in a position to infinitly magnify the conditions of the situation by ripping a hole in the wall of our brand new house. I finally got the damn thing off, but not without backing-that-ass-up to the entire world.
The best thing to do is just lay down for a little while, and let everyone fall back asleep. . . then do work. Well, my mom checks on me asking what the noise was, I explain, she goes back to sleep informing me I woke up the cat. I was suprised the phone wasn't ringing with complaints from neighbors.
I woke up with a head that would've felt better hit by a truck, a mouth that tasted like a horse, and stressed as hell. I did the work, but my printer decided to be stupid and print two pages, then make me restart to print anough two. My printer can be very unsociable when it so chooses to. . . However, I do have to give it credit, it only messes up on days when I've had no sleep and I'm in dire danger of missing the bus. Oh hey, ok everything makes sense then. . .
Well anything else I would say would be boring, my work got turned in, my computer teacher had fun with all the assingments he gave I'm sure. Oh by the way its the same teacher for both computer classes, he sure showed that Hamlet test, not gonna let any other teacher assign more work than he is, thats for damn sure. Made me want to spit on every computer screen in the lab.
-2003
